There’s A Time of My Life Where All I Remember Is TV Episodes

Pretty much all of the rest of that time period is a total f**king blur

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Warning: this post discusses chronic illness and ableism

There’s a 3–6 month period of my life from which all I can remember is the episode plots of around 3 TV shows: Haven, Arrow, and Sleepy Hollow.

I sh** you not — pretty much all of the rest of that time period is a total f**king blur of flu-related gut convulsions, exhaustion, and then labyrinthitis.

(And yes, I would catch the f**king illness with the name like a David Bowie movie! It’s a lot less fun. Believe me.)

Haven is one of my favouritest TV shows of all time.

If you haven’t heard of it, then I’m not angry, just disappointed (not in you — in Society in general.)

It was (extremely loosely) based on The Colorado Kid by Stephen King, with a whole bunch of other Stephen King elements chucked in for good luck.

Then they gave it some pretty actors, batsh** weird plots, and a sense of humour, and called it a series.